Chapter 1089 Xuan Tong

The enormous backlash almost instantly swallowed Wei Yuan, bringing about an extremely dangerous situation. In ordinary circumstances, things like Buzhou Mountain or the enlightenment of Huntian would be the purest foundation of Qingqi (clear energy), which Wei Yuan could directly absorb and assimilate, making the process extremely smooth.

However, what appeared at this moment was the most refined force of the Zhuoshi (turbid world).

Wei Yuan's current experience was something no one could have foreseen. The fall of the foundation of the Zhuoshi was directly caused by Wei Yuan, and it also indirectly allowed the Zhuoshi Great Lord to personally confront his past and his experiences, ultimately completing a transformation in his state of mind. Based on the flow of cause and effect, this force was directly fed back to Wei Yuan.

After all, the master of Zhuoshi's cause and effect, who should have received this cause and effect, had already died under Wei Yuan's sword from the beginning.

No, even if that master of Zhuoshi's cause and effect were still alive, he wouldn't be able to receive this feedback.

Because in this event, he simply didn't have the qualifications or the strength to participate.

This is a paradox of the Dao of Cause and Effect. Only by personally directing and guiding these major events is it possible to receive feedback based on the Dao of Cause and Effect. And if you want this causal feedback to be obvious enough and powerful enough, even to the point where it can affect the Daoguo realm, it undoubtedly needs to involve experts of the same Daoguo realm.

The problem is that the holder of the Dao of Cause and Effect theoretically has no power or foundation to directly participate in such a tragic event.

In other words, Wei Yuan's current experience is a highly improbable event that is "theoretically possible, but only in theory."

The boundless, pure, and incomparably powerful Zhuoshi aura feedback produced a tremendous impact with Wei Yuan's own pure Qi, like water and fire clashing. For a moment, Wei Yuan was like a person possessed, his entire aura in turmoil. Only because he had already stepped into the realm of Supreme Oneness was he not overwhelmed and his cultivation broken through by the backlash in the first moment.

Outside, Confucius was originally chatting idly with the Heavenly Emperor and the old Buzhou Mountain.

Suddenly, he sensed the waves and turmoil within the quiet room.

Buzhou Mountain directly shattered this quiet room with its own incomparably majestic aura, and then saw Wei Yuan, with the Qi of Qingqi and the Qi of Zhuoshi simultaneously erupting on his body. The power of the Zhuoshi Great Lord far exceeded Wei Yuan's previous expectations. Even this feedback was only a small part based on the great cause and effect of the Zhuoshi Great Lord.

Just like the old Buzhou Mountain event, he only received a little feedback.

But even so, it was already so vast and pure that it could almost be compared with Wei Yuan's original cultivation.

The Qi of Qingqi was like the vast sky, while the Qi of Zhuoshi was as heavy as the earth.

The two auras changed and intertwined.

At this moment, this clash of water and fire had reached an extremely dangerous level. A careless burst would be equivalent to the destructiveness of a Daoguo self-detonation. At this time, even Qilin couldn't say the words "Brother Yuan, awesome!" because he felt that if he said these words at this time, the Tongtian Daoist with a cold face behind him would probably directly cut him down.

The Heavenly Emperor didn't care, and his eyes swept over the Daoist's current state, saying:

"It's alright."

"He can control it himself."

There was a rare hint of approval in Dijun's cold voice.

And a hint of satisfaction.

Indeed, even if he encountered causal feedback from the Zhuoshi Great Lord, or rather, a causal backlash of this level and grade, Wei Yuan was still able to resist it. The incompatibility of the Qingqi flow and the Zhuoshi seemed like water and fire on the surface, extremely dangerous, as if it would explode directly in the next moment.

But everything was under control, within Wei Yuan's grasp.

Although dangerous, it had not deviated from the norm.

And each flow would dissolve a trace into his body, allowing his foundation to be slightly improved, becoming thicker and more condensed, which happened to make up for the sentence "Five thousand years of foundation is too thin" that the Zhuoshi Great Lord said. But this also requires a long time.

The Zhuoshi Great Lord has taken this step and is already extremely close to transcendence.

The power fed back is too heavy.

If Wei Yuan's Supreme Oneness body wanted to dissolve it, it would take almost a thousand years.

Confucius stroked his beard and laughed: "I didn't expect that Ah Yuan has already reached this point."

"Although it is said that for Confucian disciples, the teacher does not have to be more virtuous than the disciple, and the disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher, I still have some things that I can teach to Ah Yuan. Although what I saw back then was similar to now, after all, there was no so-called path of cultivation. I can't let what I have learned be lost like this. Today I will pass it on to you, which can be regarded as a legacy."

The old man said: "The so-called Haoran Qi (righteous spirit) is upright and grand."

"It is Qi, residing in the ordinary, and filling the space between heaven and earth. If you encounter it suddenly, princes will lose their nobility, Jin and Chu will lose their wealth, Liang and Ping will lose their wisdom, Ben and Yu will lose their courage, and Yi and Qin will lose their eloquence."

"It does not stand by form, does not act by force, does not wait for life to exist, and does not die with death."

"Therefore, in the sky it is stars, on the earth it is rivers and mountains, in the darkness it is ghosts and gods, and in the light it is people again."

The old man's words were calm and gentle, engraved word by word in Wei Yuan's heart.

When he spoke of his understanding of "Qi," he did not avoid the others. Besides the Heavenly Emperor, there were Qilin, Tongtian Daoist, and the Tianmo lineage of the Zhuoshi. But Confucius never concealed his understanding. He spoke of the general principles of his understanding, which could be regarded as giving the Zhuoshi Tianmo clan a chance.

The Tianmo lineage was shaken in mind and spirit, as if they saw the boundless and profound Dao unfolding before them, listening with fascination.

Confucius lectured on the Dao for an hour.

Then his voice became peaceful, but his tone changed, relying on his understanding of Wei Yuan's character.

He spoke of his understanding in a way that best suited Wei Yuan's temperament, teaching according to aptitude. The teachings from Confucius were unreservedly told to Wei Yuan. Gradually, Wei Yuan's resistance to the Zhuoshi aura became less and less, the Qingqi gradually decreased, and the Zhuoshi aura strengthened.

Qilin was a little anxious for a moment, and said, "What, what's going on?"

"Why is Brother Yuan's aura suddenly weakening?"

"This, this, could it be that the Zhuoshi Great Lord has a backup plan?"

"What should we do?"

He stretched out his hand and pressed on Tongtian Daoist's shoulder, shaking him violently.

After all, his strength can only be said to have been achieved by relying on Confucius' teachings, his talent as a Qilin, and the Lord of Guixu's investment regardless of cost, forcibly making him the first echelon below the Daoguo realm. He was almost a winner in life, a Qilin divine beast born from heaven and earth, of which only one exists in the same era.

This is completely different from a certain tiger in the human world who desperately worked hard and still had to risk his life to touch the outside of the first echelon under the top ten.

Moreover, these years, besides running to carry out Guixu's mission, he has been a dead宅(zhai) (otaku) at home studying the art of resurrection.

His vision and judgment are not a match for those who have been through many battles.

There is no comparison at all.

In addition, the one with the problem at the moment is Wei Yuan, and concern leads to chaos.

Tongtian Daoist was shaken violently, his eyes slightly lowered, and he started brainstorming.

He is so concerned about Wei Yuan, he may be really worried about him. According to common sense, this is human nature, and I should understand it. Yes, that's right, but after understanding, should I comfort him? Comfort? How should I comfort him? What should I do? Or what should I say?

Tell him not to worry, or explain it?

It's not good to leave him alone without comforting him.

If I want to comfort him, what kind of comforting words are more appropriate?

It can't be too enthusiastic, and it can't be too bad.

In the end, Tongtian Daoist was silent, then expressionless, and said coldly:

"He won't die."

"Get lost."

Qilin's face stiffened.

"Ah, this, I..."

Tongtian Daoist was very satisfied with his performance.

This time, he actually managed to say two sentences, four words, except when facing Wei Yuan and Lu Fengxian!

Moreover, after expressing his judgment on Wei Yuan's situation and comforting the other party.

He also showed that he wanted the other party to stay away.

Could it be that the body left by Huntian is actually very good at language communication? Is he a genius in diplomacy?!

Zhu Jiuyin said lightly: "He's fine. Look carefully. The Qingqi is dissipating because he is no longer resisting the Zhuoshi aura, but he has not been attacked or eroded by the Zhuoshi aura. Instead, he has begun to absorb and devour these Zhuoshi aura with his own foundation, and make it available for his own use."

Zhu Jiuyin stared at Wei Yuan intently. The means Confucius used to resist the foundation of the Zhuoshi was the Confucian aura of using everything for my own benefit. Qingqi and Zhuoqi are both the Qi of heaven and earth, and to unify them with myself is a first-class profound method. And at this moment, Wei Yuan has also begun to embark on a path.

Such a cultivation, even if it is only a prototype, is undoubtedly one of the best.

That represents a cultivation that directly integrates Qing and Zhuo from the beginning!

From the beginning, it was a path that was so grand and upright that it could not be more grand and upright!

And at this moment, Wei Yuan actually comprehended this change in an extremely profound cultivation in a short period of time. This speed was so fast that even Zhu Jiuyin had a trace of waves and ripples in his heart - could it be that Wei Yuan has a strong understanding of this kind of cultivation and supernatural powers?

Isn't he a reckless man?

How could he suddenly have an epiphany so quickly?

Could it be that I didn't teach him well before?

At this time, the Qingqi around Wei Yuan's body finally disappeared completely, and the Zhuoshi aura flowed through his body. But this was not being eroded, not being swallowed, but another level of change, but the Zhuoshi aura was being used for my own benefit. With the cultivation of the Qingqi Celestial Venerable, he mobilized the purity of the Zhuoshi.

Wei Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

The feeling was like entering a deep ocean without a bottom, but he could still breathe, feeling an unspeakable ease and joy. It was no longer a cultivation that integrated Qing and Zhuo, but the Qing and Zhuo Qi had no difference to him. Confucius' voice was still echoing in Wei Yuan's ears. Wei Yuan stepped into this realm.

When he got up, his sleeves swept across, his left hand raised, and his right hand moved in an arc and pressed down.

The Qing and Zhuo Qi flowed and changed, and he murmured:

"Block its openings, shut its doors; blunt its sharpness, untangle its tangles."

The Qing and Zhuo Qi separated, and then gathered into a ball of chaos. The Daoist clasped his palms together, and the ball of chaos entered his body. His sleeves were raised and lowered, and he said: "Harmonize its light, and become one with its dust."

"Such a great Dao is called Xuan Tong."

Wei Yuan's body no longer distinguishes between the so-called Qing and Zhuo cultivation, but instead turned into a primordial chaos Qi.

The feeling at this moment made him feel very mysterious. Is it the Floating Li Jade Void Primordial Celestial Venerable that he had stepped into before?

No, it's not.

It's still far from that, but he can faintly feel endless potential. It actually gives Wei Yuan the feeling that one day, he may be able to step into the realm of Floating Li Jade Void Primordial Celestial Venerable without the power of Buzhou Mountain, and may even be stronger than the Floating Li Jade Void Primordial Celestial Venerable he reached back then.

The Floating Li Jade Void Primordial Celestial Venerable is the limit of the mountain god represented by Buzhou Mountain.

But it may not be my limit.

In Wei Yuan's body, Supreme Oneness is the foundation, and the Primordial Celestial Venerable representing cause and effect and the Spiritual Treasure Celestial Venerable representing annihilation take turns.

He transformed the Qing and Zhuo Qi into pure chaos Qi!

Wei Yuan's own foundation was greatly reduced, but the purity was far from what it used to be. The purity of this aura even had the aura of Huntian before transcendence.

The highest realm of Taoism, the highest realm of Confucianism, dual cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism, finally reached the realm of Chaos and Perfection.

And when the chaotic innate Qi was born in Wei Yuan's body, the surrounding world suddenly solidified. Or rather, it wasn't the surrounding physical world that solidified, but Wei Yuan's own soul. Something in the Daoguo was working, and that moment in time was infinitely stretched. Then everything around him suddenly dissipated.

In the end, Wei Yuan only saw the waves in the Heavenly Emperor's eyes.

And Zhu Jiuyin suddenly stepped forward and stretched out his palm towards him.

Then, everything around him dissipated, and he seemed to hear the sound of turbulent floods, like a river flowing down. The clear and quiet feeling was refreshing, and then there was the reality of the flow of time. Every drop of water seemed to reflect all living beings, and the flow of countless times and the life and death of countless living beings gathered into a roaring river. Wei Yuan's feet stepped into the river.

The river was full of white mist.

He couldn't see the other shore in front of him, and he couldn't see the way back. Wei Yuan stood in the middle of the river.

The hem of his Taoist robe was already wet by the water.

Standing here, seeing the loves, hates, and changes of life and death reflected in the river, he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness that no one had ever felt before or would ever feel again. And in the center of this long river of fate and time, there was actually a pavilion, in which there was a suave scholar, raising a cup and drinking by himself, as if he knew that Wei Yuan was coming, and after drinking a glass of wine, he made a gesture of inviting him.

Fate...

Wei Yuan murmured these two words in his heart.

But he was no longer confused or afraid. He shook his sleeves, and then, dressed in a blue shirt and with white hair, he walked across the long river of fate with his sword.

He sat on the pavilion, opposite fate.

"Long time no see."

The young scholar said leisurely:

"Does Celestial Venerable still remember the [Good Karma] of that year?"

ps: Today's first chapter...